3 Train, 72nd Street to Fulton Street, September 29th, 2014
He was sketching across the way. I’m a drawing teacher so I’m always a fan. I got up the guts, walked over. He came and sat next to me. Said he was stuck. I asked him about his day. He said his drawing class was hard. The teacher had discussed Poe. I told him about my ass poem. That seemed to work. He’s from Guinea, West Africa. “Sorry for my spelling, I just start speaking english in 2010. But his language is fresh, his candor a relief. Talented.
It my inspiration
It make me
A big ASS